King Of The Hill Novels & Stories

Don't judge. The 'king' had lifted me up and sat me down on the water bed. I wiggled my bum and smiled lightly. The 'king' was kneeling in front of me inspecting my toe. It feels so good- the bed, of course. Duhh... I still wonder, though, why Kane and Kay called him 'king'. I mean, I'm pretty sure he isn't the king of America, 'cause we don't have a king. Smart, Kasey. Really smart. Maybe he's some kind of leader from a nerd group and they call him 'king'. And that explains the castle? Shit, no. You're right. I'm always right. Shut up, ho.

Morning came and Kane woke up early to check if the sleeping monster outside was still alive, but he stopped midway. The monster he's referring to was cooking. King's back was facing him, and from where Kane stands, he can see how King cooks breakfast. King would move and stop, as if he was thinking of something. Then he would move again, and then he'd stop. His shoulders were slumped, and even though Kane couldn't hear him clearly, he knew that King had been sighing repeatedly.

The room erupted into a thunderous standing ovation, and Axel smiled with genuine warmth and gratitude. They were all stunned. They had no idea the CEO of A.A Entertainment would be so young and promising. They'd expected an old man behind the scenes. This was a shocker for all of them, and the Internet was on fire. When it was time for questions, Laura quickly stood to her feet. “Mr. A, or should I call you, Mr. Axel, you go by the surname King. It is quite a unique surname, and also happens to be the name of Boston's most powerful and richest man. Kevin King, CEO of King Global. By chance, are you related to him? Or is that just a coincidence?” she asked and reporters began whispering amon

Third POV The streets of Silvergray were filled with the broadcasting of the proclamations of the newly appointed king. Kelly watched the television and her eyes widened in shock, she had seen this man before at a Coming of Age party. He was obviously a nobody then, how had he become the reigning monarch? Kelly remembered what she had done at that time and a pang of regret came over her. How could she have missed such a good man? "We're working on ...." Suddenly Kelly heard a familiar voice. She jerked her head up and padded over to the television. When she saw Harper standing next to Wyatt on the news, the anger in her body quickly swelled.

said Aaron. I looked at Aaron who was glaring at King on the TV, it seems the feeling was mutual. We watched as the show ended and he went away from there. The TV viewed an advertisement and then the live concert came on. Several artists and dancers came on to participate in it. It got to King's turn and my heart skipped a beat, God I was so nervous for him. He looked so sexy in his white attire, white shirt, white trousers, a black and white Versace shoe and he had his hair curled back and oiled.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

He rose. As if sensing this, the Elder's bloodshot eyes landed on Noah with knowledge. He almost shivered but stood tall and passive. The Elder studied him for a moment but not long enough to risk his head. "Accept yourself ksei, as the King of us. The King Of Utrif," he announced. His voice had a certain question in it. Only a few were able to decipher it. But it was obvious he had voiced his discomfort for such a young King—the youngest they ever had—loud and clear. He had dared to question his King.

He was dying. He looked up at me, his cold, golden eyes now cloudy with pain. He was no longer a king, no longer a ghost. He was just a man, at the end of his life. “You…” he rasped, a small, bloody cough interrupting him. “You are the king now… for real.”

A memory of a laughing man with a beard as red as autumn leaves. The man was not gone. He was buried. And Kaelen was going to dig him out. He urged his horse forward, his eyes fixed on the eastern horizon, a single, clear purpose in his heart. He was not just a king. He was a hunter. And the hunt was on.

"Soft." "Do you have a girlfriend or wife?" I ask because he's just touched me and that could lead to other things. Having a girlfriend or wife is something I should know about. He removes his hand and his expression changes to the arrogant one I'm so familiar with. "I'm King and have no time for women." I can't help laughing at his egotistical holiness. When it no longer seems funny other senses stir. "Is King your title or your name?" My newly found sexual awareness is far from forgotten.